A few days later, while on gardening duty, the three new girls who had threatened to cut Lucy's throat attacked her when she was picking fruits in a secluded corner of the park.
I wasn't far and saw her punch the lights out of the first one, but the other two armed with rakes cornered her. I picked up a twig broom and charged. I got one in the legs, but before going down she scratched bloody my right thigh with her rake. Lucy dealt with the other one.
I turned to Lucy. "Show them that your were tazed!"
She dropped the braces of her gardening dungaree before pulling out her blouse to show the two typical burns of a tazer.
The three girls hobbled to have a closer look, and their leader apologized. "I am sorry. I thought you had ran!"
We were lucky that the matrons hadn't noticed that fight, and we certainly wouldn't mention more than bad cases of slipping in the showers. Together we treated our cuts, and no one was the wiser.
Before lights out in our dorm, Lucy called for all the girls to assemble around my bed. "Please be my witnesses."
I was surprised, and didn't understand what was going on. Lucy poked one of her fingers with a sewing needle and made it bleed before turning to me. "Please be my blood sister, you don't have to do anything, you already gave blood for me!"
Still surprised, I nonetheless smiled.
She poked my pinkie with her needle, and mixed her blood with mine.
"We are now sisters, and I owe you!"
She hugged me, and I hugged her back.
She added. "Since I am a Gitana, as my blood sister you are also one."
Then she adjusted a narrow silver bracelet similar to her own around my left wrist. I remembered that discreet religious and ethnic jewelry are tolerated, and smiled.
Sleep didn't come easy that night....
Next morning, after breakfast and before classes, Lucy found those three girls and showed them my wrist with my new bracelet. "She's no Gadja, she's my blood sister, she's now a Gitana."
They cheered. "Baxtalo!"
Lucy explained that it means greetings in Romani.
I overheard girls from dorm three tell their latest newbie, "Keep away from the Gypsies, they stick together. If you cross one, all of them will come after you, and they fight like tigresses."
"To them, you're Gadja."
"Is that an insult?"
"Not really, it means that you aren't one of them."
Later, with our short skirts one of the matrons spotted my scratched thigh, and lead me to the infirmary. She asked how I had cleaned it. I told her that I had used water and soap. She frowned, and re-cleaned it with plenty of alcohol, which made me grimace. She further questioned me, and I only told her that it was while gardening. I saw her frown the more, and understood that she wasn't satisfied. I added that it was with a rake.
"Then I'll give you a tetanos injection!"
She got a pre-filled syringe, and pulled me over her knees before expertly baring my bum. I got my injection, and a couple of good smacks with her hand. "Now you tell me the whole story!"
"It was only a gardening accident."
"I don't buy it!"
I got a volley of smacks. "Out with it!"
"My leather paddle should be more convincing!
Louder and stingier smacks followed, and I started singing.
"Forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty!"
"Sniff... AIE! Sniff... It was an a a a a AIEEE! accident!"
She then smacked the back on my thighs!
"AIEEEEE! OUCHEEEEEEEE!"
After a dozen smacks, she pulled me up, and dragged me in the corridor. I hobbled with my knickers around my ankles.
"Hands on your head!"
She pinned up my skirt up.
Red face with a red bottom I remained in the corner for twenty minutes.
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